6 - SEEDS THAT BURN
JESUS’S HIDDEN CODE
"I have come to set the world on fire."
He declared it.
Yet instead of flames.
He told stories.
Before nails and wood.
Seeds and words.
Before open tomb.
Open air.
Stories passed hand to hand.
Like whispers among friends.
That mission stayed hidden.
While soldiers stood guard.
Stories do not bleed.
Stories travel when bodies cannot.
THE GENIUS BEHIND THE METHOD
Rome crushed bodies by dusk.
Temple courts silenced voices by dark.
Yet Jesus understood.
What no empire could.
Truth planted in the soul.
Grows fiercer than truth forced upon it.
So he chose a weapon.
No censor could trace.
A farmer scatters seed across a field.
A widow lights a lamp in shadow.
A merchant lifts a pearl to the sun.
Nothing demands a sword.
Yet they cut deeper than iron.
When the mind rests.
Parables slipped past defenses.
Like invisible messengers.
They entered through doors.
Built to block raw truth.
And once inside.
They unfolded.
Slowly.
Like seeds finding soil after rain.
HOW PARABLES WORK THEIR WONDER
What you see are simple scenes.
From everyday life.
A shepherd hunts a lost sheep.
A woman sweeps for a missing coin.
A traveler helps a stranger in need.
But beneath the surface.
Lies a deeper truth.
The divine chases one soul.
Every search remakes the world.
Love crosses borders.
Breaking down walls of division.
These truths don’t shout.
They whisper.
They wait for you to listen.
A HANDFUL OF SEEDS
Each parable plants an idea. Here are a few to carry with you.
A stranger helps a fallen man.
Love crossing boundaries. Tearing down walls of division.
A feast celebrates a son’s return.
Forgiveness coming before apology. With no payment required.
Everyone gets paid the same.
Early or late. Grace freely given. Never earned.
A man finds gold buried in a field.
True value worth surrendering. Everything for.
A small dot grows into a mighty tree.
Great things starting small. And growing over time.
These seeds stay silent.
They work invisibly. Until you need their fire.
WHY GATEKEEPERS MISSED IT THEN
Priests sought forbidden doctrine.
Found soil and sheep.
Closed their books.
By the cross’s shadow.
The code lived in a thousand hearths.
A metaphor cannot be chained.
WHY ALGORITHMS MISS IT NOW
Platforms flag bold claims.
They bury what challenges power directly.
Say. "Power lies."
And you'll be marked spam to hide your words.
Say. "The system is broken."
And you'll be marked spam to hide your words.
But say. "A seed grows when soil breaks."
And silence holds.
Truth flows where rigid forms cannot follow.
The powerful miss what’s coming.
Seed delivered.
Alarm still.
FIELD EXERCISE (HOMEWORK)
Here’s something new.
And it’s important.
You’ve been watching.
Listening.
Recognizing patterns.
Now it’s time to step into the story yourself.
Notice one stubborn lie circling your world.
Maybe at the grocery store.
During a chat with friends.
Or in a neighbor’s passing comment.
In its place, plant a small truth.
A kind word.
A thoughtful act.
Or a shared story.
For example.
You hear.
"That family will never change."
Share a story of hope.
"I saw the husband smile at a stranger last week.
Maybe they’re opening up."
Keep a notebook.
Jot down quiet moments of recognition.
Soil speaks softly at first.
WHERE THE TRAIL LEADS
When Easter broke.
Rome’s voice fell silent.
As tombs whispered.
Christ rose.
And an era’s echo faded.
Resurrection outshining old thrones.
A new season dawns.
Voices whisper hearts joining hand in hand.
Truth flows where rigid forms crack.
Early teachers held some stories true,
bending others to fit.
Soon, we’ll open their toolbox,
testing each wrench for truth.
We’ll trace the kingdom those stories map.
Not far off.
Not someday.
Already humming behind your ribs.
Listen for small tales in your daily quiet.
A friend’s kind word, a stranger's unexpected grace.
Ask which ones touch your heart.
When one lingers, sit with it.
Hold these seeds tight.
They’ll spark a fire no darkness can tame.
Plant them in your own backyard.
And watch a new world grow from your hands.
<3 EKO
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